Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 55

Ezra

I frown, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Birdie..."

"You only need sex from me—"

"That's a fucking lie, Wren." My frown deepens. "And you know it. I brought you because I needed to show you off, but obviously I can't do that without us getting caught, so I rented this place."

The chair creaks loudly as she stands. "I...I need to use the bathroom."

"Wren..."

Before I can stand, she's already walking away from me. My hands ball into fists as she disappears down the corner, and I groan.

This was supposed to be a beautiful night. I had plans, and I ruined them all by myself.

I contemplate going after her when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

It's a text...from AJ.

"Terry is going to be at the pit tomorrow by nine p.m." the text reads.

The pit.

Memories threaten to filter in but I push them away.

My jaw ticks, and I text back. "Which of them is Terry?"

A picture drops.

One of the three men that came concerning Wren's stupid ex. And one of the men that set our clubhouse on fire.

"Thanks," I type. "Be safe there, AJ. Delete this message."

It double ticks as 'read', and he doesn't reply again. After three minutes with no text, I forward the messages to Ray and delete the thread between AJ and I.

Wren is still not out of the bathroom, and I decide to head over.

Fuck, the woman is maddening.

I raise a finger to one of the waiters, signaling that I'll be back in a minute and I storm my way to the bathroom.

"What do I do, Judi?" Wren's muffled voice echoes softly in the empty hallway.

"I...maybe, I guess...but my heart, Judi," she sighs. "He's right, we do need to take things slow, but I—god, I like him a lot and it's messing with my emotions."

My heart thumps.

Another long pause. "Ugh, he's so annoying. I thought he'd follow me in here, actually."

Oh really?

A smile spreads across my face, and I shake my head.

"I've kept him waiting for a while, I'll just go out there and tell him we can go slow...yea, yea, his concerns are valid, my brother can be intimidating."

She giggles loudly, her heels clicking softly as she approaches the door.

"You're crazy, Judi!" She laughs. "Thank you for listening to me rant, I know I still owe you those detai—Judi!"

Wren huffs, her shadow pausing behind the door.

"Okay one hint," her voice drops and I know exactly what she wants to do.

No, I'm not going to let her talk about my dick size to Judi, especially when I'm going to hear it.

"It's approximately—"

Oh, hell no.

"Wren!" I knock.

She yelps. "Bye, Judi. Later, I promise!"

The door swings open, and she jerks back when she sees just how close I am.

Her cheeks and chest are flushed, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

Then she straightens, clearing her throat. "Ezra. How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to know you were about to measure the size of my cock to Judi."

I take a step into the bathroom, forcing her backwards.

"I...I wasn't talking about you," she lies.

But it irks me nonetheless. I stiffen, kicking the door shut and turning the lock.

"Come again?"

"Ezra, our food—"

"Whose dick were you about to talk about?"

My face darkens, brows raised.

When she tries to step away, my hands curl around her waist and I yank her to my chest.

She gasps, pupils dilated as a blush coats her whole face even more.

Fuck, she likes that. And I do too, her plush body against mine, and in this dress that I want to peel off her body.

"N-no one," she stammers.

I scoff. "Do you need a reminder on whose cock has been buried inside you time and time again for the past month?"

"Ez—" A shiver works through her body.

My hands smack her ass, and I squeeze so hard she rises on her tip toes, hands gripping the lapels of my shirt.

"Oh god," she moans.

Blood rushes straight to my dick. It hardens immediately, threatening to burst through my slacks.

"You're so goddamn stubborn," I sigh, a hand wrapped around her throat.

Her pulse thumps frantically beneath my thumb. "You're making me lose my mind, Birdie. You think I want you for only sex?"

I kiss her neck, the hickey I left earlier tempts me. She sighs, lashes fluttering close.

"You think you occupy my mind so much because of sex?" My teeth graze her neck. "That I live for your smiles, your hugs, your laughter...because of sex?"

"Ezra...oh god..."

I smack her ass again, and she moans loudly, reaching between us to unhook my belt. And fuck, I let her.

"You must think so low of me," I croak. "You have—"

Her hands brush my length, and I stiffen.

"God, Wren...I want you so bad. In my bed, and out of it, do you understand me?"

She doesn't reply. Her darkened gaze cuts to me, tongue swiping across her berry-red lips.

Sinful lips, tempting.

I squeeze her throat a little. "Do you understand me, Wren? I want you."

"Y-yea." She gulps.

"We'll take things slow, okay?" She nods. "We can't rush into it. What we're doing is risky, but for it to be sustainable and worth the risk, we have to take our time."

"I unde-understand."

"I can't be beat up by your brother for nothing, okay, sweetheart? I need us to be sure we're in this for the long haul."

Her eyes shimmer, lost between need and control.

"Okay." She breathes. "I'm s-sorry for storming out." She licks her lips again, roaming her hands up and down my chest.

And then, she flicks my nipples.

I shiver, dick twitching.

The need to have her again slams through my body, heat spreading furiously through my veins.

"Can I-" I scan the neat bathroom wildly. "Shit, can I fuck you here? I want to taste you, kiss you prope—"

"Yes."

Her mouth slams down on mine, and my brain kicks in immediately. I kiss her hard and fast, my heart pounding in my throat.

Soft dress, even softer skin. I roam her body, from her bare back, down to the curve of her hips. I follow the pattern up her back, down her breasts and between her thighs.

"P-please..." Her hips jerk softly, nipples poking through her dress.

Fuck my life, she's not wearing a bra.

She tugs on my tongue ring.

Pleasure shoots up my spine, and pre cum leaks greedily from my cock. It sticks to my briefs, but I don't care.

Teeth clash, tongues tasting...searching. She grips my hair, slipping a hand beneath my shirt and my muscles bunch at her cool palms on my hot skin.

God, I can survive on just her kisses, her fruity scent.

"I need you," I croak. "Let me taste you."

She sighs, lost in her desires. Her lips brush my jaw, my neck.

And slowly, I drop to my knees and look up at her.

The strap of her dress falls down one shoulder, her eyes are wild, lipstick smudged.

She looks like a goddess, terribly aroused, and my job is to please.

"Take off your panties," I say, "and place a leg on my shoulder."